Satoru Gojo Fem!reader

🔍︎ — satoru gojo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — you and satoru having matching pajamas.

∎ — 0.4k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — i am not really good in the partaking of writing about the gojo satoru, so i gave it a second shot. uhhh alll i wantttttt for christmassssssss issssssss youuuuuuuuuu.

“a week until christmas.” you said to yourself, putting up the holiday decorations around your shared home. the interior of the house was already looking festive—courtesy for you and your boyfriend, gojo, helping you out. 

“well, good morning, beautiful.” your boyfriend said, coming out of your shared bedroom after his afternoon nap. “good afternoon, gojo.” you said, correcting him as you brung him in for a kiss. his crystal eyes stared at you, so intimidatingly, but with love all at once. he cherished you and you knew it. it was like every day he was falling in love with you over and over again. he would look at you with admiration, and here and there, his heart would skip a beat. 

you were snapped out of your trance with a simple kiss on your temple. “these decorations look wonderful, baby.” he said, landing another kiss on your left cheek. “thank you, gojo. well, we did it together after all.” gojo hummed at your sentence as he continued to gaze at the christmas decorations: the little snowman that swung from the door, the christmas tree with christmas lights hung around it, the little elves on the shelves, and tiny little ornaments hanging from different places around the house. 

the scenery was amazing, just right for christmas. the silence was broken by a comment from gojo. “i couldn’t help but notice that you have the exact same pajamas i have on, sweetheart.” he was fiddling with your hair as he let out that sentence. 

you smiled as a certain heat started to creep up into your cheeks, making your upper half feel all fuzzy and hot. “w-well gojo . . .” you managed to stutter out. “since it’s almost christmas, i decided we could get into the christmas spirit. as one, y’know?” gojo hummed again, taking in the dialogue that just exited your mouth. 

“and by one, you mean, as a couple?” gojo asked, intertwining his hand into yours. “of course i do, ‘toru. who else would i want to spend my holidays with?” gojo rubbed your hand in soothing patterns, “i’on know, your parents, probably?” you giggled, “well, of course i would silly! but, i would spend the majority of the holidays with you.” you swore you heard gojo’s eyes light up.

his hand shifted a bit in yours—as a matter of fact, his whole body shifted. “r-really?” he muttered out, rubbing his thumb against the front of your hand. “of course, silly! we are one. are we not?” gojo smiled at your little comment as crystalline eyes stared you up and down. “of course, baby. we were meant for each other.” you both exchanged gazes as his eyes drooped down to your figure. 

“those clothes really fit you. i like it.” you smiled at his comment—he smiled back, eyeing you up and down when you weren’t looking. 

you both took a moment to admire the christmas decorations once again, before you both departed to your shared bed. 

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — ryomen sukuna ✰ fem!reader

♯ — sukuna comforting you at a haunted house

∎ — 0.3k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — my apologies if this was too short i didn't have anything else to think of. otherwise, please enjoy!

“i don’t think this is a good idea.” you said, as a worried tone inhabited your throat. sukuna looked back at you, taking in your scared tone and expression. “it’s just a house, darling. what you’re scared of houses now?” he questionably cooed in your ear, whilst looking up at the worn down house. “it’s not just a house, sukuna!” you exclaimed, grappling onto his arm that was shoved in his pocket.

the house was indeed a haunted house. you could identify it just by looking at it. it’s broken windows, cobwebs growing all around the house being populated by spiders, the broken concrete walkway and the unkept grassland, the rusty pipes that become corroded over time. yes, it was indeed a haunted house, and it made a terrible sensation in your stomach.

“what, you scared?” he asked, bending his knees to become eye level to you. you averted eye contact with your boyfriend as you muttered, “you didn’t catch onto that yet?” sukuna chuckled loudly, admiring your wonderful features glistening in the moonlight. “it was just a joke baby. besides, what scary monster is going to get you inside of this house besides me?” he asked, as he snaked a hand around your waist. you blushed at his actions as you grappled onto his shirt. 

“‘kuna, i don’t want to do this anymore.” you said, beginning to sob in his shirt. “aw, what’s the matter? too scary for ya?” he mockingly questioned. real tears began to form in your eyes as you looked up. his vermillion eyes met with your wet, glossy ones. his cocky expression began to falter as he realized those were real tears forming in your eyes.

“hey hey hey hey baby. it’s okay.” sukuna said reassuringly as he hugged you. you returned the favor, wrapping your hands around his waist and pulling him in. “so needy sometimes.” he tsked as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “you wanna go get takeout and we can watch scary movies at home?” he questioned, looking at your beginning to dry eyes. “mhm.” you hummed, intertwining your hand with his. he smirked as he placed another kiss on your forehead.

“hey, i love you.” he mumbled so only the two of you could hear. “love you too.” you replied, holding his hand tightly.

“i’ll always protect you.” he mumbled. “i promise.”

© — originally posted by @k-3nt0: please do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarize.

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🔍︎ — suguru geto ✰ fem!reader

♯ — geto warming you up on a cold day.

∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff (minor cursing).

ⅲ — when its cold outside and you go outside and its cold.

"cold?" suguru questioned as he was coming down from the stairs to see your shivering form on the couch binge watching some netflix documentary show. you nodded slowly, the coldness enveloping your body like a winter casket. 

suguru ventured back up to the stairs and grabbed two blankets instead of one, knowing just one wouldn’t cut it. 

"baby," you said. "you didn't have to get another one for me. we could've just shared it." suguru tsked at your little remark and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders to cover your whole body. "c'mere and stop complaining." suguru demanded, you landing on his chest whilst him placing kisses on your face and neck.

"you're so pretty even when you're about to get frostbite." he said, throwing his arms around your body, enveloping you in his warmth. you let out a soft hum—that was meant to be a giggle—as you silently began to sink into unconsciousness. 

"you're not going to finish your documentary, love? i thought you loved the part where they interview the suspect." suguru questioned, knowing damn well you weren't going to answer. 

silent snores could be heard emitting from your own body. suguru smiled as he placed one more kiss on your cheek—a special goodnight kiss just for you and you only. 

"goodnight, my love." suguru said as he also began to drift into a state of unconsciousness.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — gin gagamaru ✰ fem!reader

♯ — stealing gagamaru's hoodie(s).

∎ — 0.5k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — i watched all of blue lock in one day yesterday so i dont know if i got this correct. uhhhhhh oh the weather outside is frightful. please enjoy reading.

you ruffled under the bed sheets and multiple blankets piled on top of you, snuggled up in the borrowed (stolen) hoodie you got from gagamaru’s closet. you heard the nearby shuffling of him nearby, so you shielded yourself with the blankets, knowing he was looking for the exact same hoodie you borrowed from him. 

the curses were getting louder and louder, he finally got to his destination. you know it wasn’t a really good hiding place, but you had to make it work for now. “y/n?” you could hear the muffled sounds of gagamaru’s deep voice echoing from the hallways. you let out a little giggle, but put your hand over your mouth to suppress the noise. 

“sweetheart, is that you?” he questioned, as he walked further to the area where the noise was coming from. you could hear his footsteps getting louder and louder. the sound of him frequently rustling around nearby closets or underneath piled up objects. until he found you. he snatched the blankets off of you to reveal your evil deed. 

“oh . . .” gagamaru said, gazing upon your figure. his hoodie just fit so well on you, almost like a second blanket. gagamaru’s eyes widened when he saw his missing article of clothing planted on his lover's body. “found it.” he said, while grabbing the material off of you. 

you two struggled for a little bit—mostly you because gagamaru was so strong. “stop it, maru!” you said, trying to kick him off the bed. a smile was plastered on his face during the battle for his hoodie. he needed it desperately, he claimed, but you just wouldn’t give it up. “baby, i don’t wanna have to resort to more . . . violent methods.” gagamaru said, looking up at you with his bug-like eyes. 

you gulped at how serious he was, that stupid smile still on his handsome face. you ignored the sentence nevertheless, and kept on defending your right to have his hoodie. 

he huffed and started to crack his fingers. your eyes widened at his actions and started to hide under the blankets, already knowing what's going to happen. 

he started his assault. 

gagamaru’s assault. 

the tickle assault. 

you couldn’t escape from his grasp now. not when he was repeatedly putting his fingers to work, making you laugh uncontrollably. “okay! okay! okay! maru! i’ll give it back!” you said in between laughs, trying to push gagamaru off at the same time. 

“promise?” he questioned. you looked him in his eyes, “i promise.” he smiled as he saw you slipping off his hoodie. he was so relieved, after all that work, he finally got what he wanted. you gave him his hoodie as you smothered yourself under the blankets yet again. 

just as he was beginning to leave, he began to sense something else missing. something missing from his catalog. he looked back at you to see you had his blue hoodie on. 

you two exchanged glances as you quickly hid underneath the blankets before he got to his destination. his speed was just too much for you. 

“you little . . .” gagamaru said playfully as he began his assault. the tickle assault.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — hirofumi yoshida ✰ fem!reader

♯ — hirofumi receiving a little special gift from you.

∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — wrote this on my own free will. enjoy!

“this for me?” hirofumi asked, dangling the keychain with his middle finger watching it slowly repeat the motions: back and forth. 

you answered him with a small grin and an audible ‘mhm’ as you watched his ministrations on the keychain. he gently gazed at the tentacles that connected to the octopus, examining the object very closely and conspicuously. 

his eyes followed every move that the octopus connected to the keychain made. he never took his gaze off the object. to be honest, you found it frightening that he was so indulged in this animal object that you bought him when he got back from devil hunting. 

suddenly, the movement of the keychain and hirofumi’s finger stopped. he placed the octopus keychain on his house key—made specifically to get in and out of your shared apartment. “thank you very much, love. i’m blessed to have a person like you in my life.” hirofumi said, extending his arms, internally asking for a warm, comfortable hug. 

you telepathically answered that internal request, giving hirofumi a big and welcoming hug. he embraced the warmth of your connected bodies, taking in every soft moment that he could possibly find in this activity. “i love you so much, you don’t understand.” hirofumi said, placing a long, loving kiss on your temple. 

you giggled at the physical feeling of his soft lips on your skin as you returned the favor—this time on his cheek. 

“i love you too, ‘fumi. i hope you enjoy your gift.” 

hirofumi let out a low hum as he exited out of the warm comfort he was previously in. 

“you’re the best gift i’ve ever had.”

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

I loved that gotoh piece! Can you please write a part 2? ❤️

i was planning on doing it anyway. glad you loved it!!!